its amazing how old u can become in just a few months. you grow a new skin for things u've never known u knew before. maybe just a few months ago i'll laugh at the stupid things some of the hokkien peng at my camp would do. but right now, i'd rather shut my senses and pity them. or how people around you are losing it. putting their fingers into places that shouldn't be. or putting it in too early. or too late. or u realise that, for the matter, how these people were all the world to you maybe just a year ago. or how people older than u look at u as if u're in ur 30s already, or as if u're 16. whoa u actually drink? or that figure is great for a fuck.

when i was younger i never knew i could live to be 21. was too sure i'll never make it halfway, or implode somewhere along the way. either kill myself, or die trying. there's 2 years more, well its never too late to start. it sounds like a crisis. some people called it growing up. i rather call it hardening and turning callous.

we're gonna stop caring very soon. so care while u still can.

i've got 2 years left!